He liked abandoned houses, a good nights sleep and a change of old clothes thanks to the old home owners he was on his way with his traditional clothes in a bag and his hair down instead of in it's traditional ponytail he was on his way to get a drink before he went to the local forest to get his food for the week. The papers were wrong about him murdering people, he didn't need people to live. He'd found other ways.

Walking into the pub, after coaxing someone into walking in with him he took a seat at a table. Wanting to keep his head low, he'd done it this way in Japan and it seemed to work there...he figured he'd need to do the same thing here. He ordered his drink from the uneasy waiter, his strong accent still there and took out a Japanese paper, leaning back. He bit his thumb a bit.